OOC: Ahh! premonition! Hey! hugs Long time no see, eh? Really nice post!
“Hey, Ta-vora, where’s your matrix now?” Demon asked, flicking his tails in agitation. He had grown tired of the ‘bear hunt’ song a few minutes ago, to Ta-vora’s immense relief.
The Ka-nuth frowned, slowing his pace and finally stopping. “It’s been the same distance away, on my left, for the last few minutes...I don’t understand.”
“We have been turning left a lot,” Demon commented, apparently oblivious to how obvious the fact was. “Maybe we’re going in circles.”
Ta-vora put a hand to his forehead in frustration and made to lean against the wall. “There must be another door somewh-” he cut of with a cry of surprise as fell right through the white curtain and into the room beyond.
“Whoa!” the shapeshifter exclaimed, awed. He dove headfirst after his companion. The drapes rippled before him, and quite suddenly the strange creature’s head was somewhere in the proximity of his rear end as he smashed into a perfectly solid wall.
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Catching his balance, Ta-vora turned just in time to see the doorway shaped hole vanish into white walls. White cloth promptly appeared to cover it. Shaking off his unease at being separated, he surveyed his surroundings, unable to keep his jaw from dropping open in amazement.
To his left a curtain waved in no wind, showing another small room behind, but it nearly went unnoticed. Piles and piles of treasure surrounded him, stacked on numerous shelves, tables, and some simply piled on the floor. Possibly everything of great worth Ta-vora had ever seen existed in the room, as well as an uncountable number of objects he hadnÂ’t. There was plenty of gold and rare gems, yes, but many items did not look special at all. Those, Ta-vora was sure, held more meaning than the obvious treasures.
To his right and a little ways into the room, resting between an ornate sword with a silver hilt and a giant emerald and covered with a silk cloth, was Ta-voraÂ’s matrix.
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“Owwww!” Demon whined, covering his nose with his paws as he lay on his stomach before the now-closed passage. Cursing the use of tricks on himself rather than other people, the shapeshifter finally got up and looked around. “Maybe there’s a back door?”
He trotted round and round what he soon learned was a large, probably hollow block with passages running around it, but not through it. White curtains blew aside revealing once hidden corridors as he wandered by them; LarraÂ’s dominion over the stationÂ’s barriers was evident. But they were all to his right.
The shapeshifter had lost count of the number of times he circled the closed in area before sharp eyes finally picked out a flutter of curtain to his left, not nearly as plain as the others. Demon frowned; Ta-vora had disappeared through another door. Yet a door was a door, and he would take whatever he could get.
Nudging the curtain aside with his nose, Demon shuddered as it came into contact with one of GaileÂ’s only fully intact barriers. Larra undoubtedly would have noticed the signs, but Demon did not. Instead, he attempted to walk right though. Suddenly he stopped, paws glued to the floor, and everything went black.
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Violet eyes steadily on FettrinÂ’s, Larra waiting impatiently for whatever answer the arch-demon would give her: violent, threatening, or anything else. Still, a slight shudder among the least perceptible of dimensional currents did not go unnoticed by the highly-trained barrier-master. While her facial expression did not change, inwardly the Acaran scowled. Some idiot had just ripped through at least two hundred dimensional barriers and landed himself in this world. She would deal with him later. Chances are, he would not enjoy it.
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”Deeemonnnn!” an annoyingly cheerful voice jerked the shapeshifter out of his sleep. Moaning in irritation, he rolled over, scowling up at a slightly younger Larra from his perch on his ‘co-pilot’s chair’. For a moment he was surprised to find himself safe in the Kamikaze _, but the feeling quickly passed. It was replaced by the unnerving sensation that something horrible was about to happen.
For one thing, Larra was wearing a raincoat, rubber boots, and bathing suit. Behind her, the cramped back rooms of the small ship were covered in heavy plastic. “Guess what time it is!” she sang, smiling evilly. Demonically. Oh lord, not demons too.
With a shriek, Demon bolted for his haven under the ship, only to realize that it hadn’t yet been built. That annoying, useless laser gun still lived in the _Kamikaze’s _bowels. Larra chose that moment to dive on him, screaming, “Bath Time!” Horns sprouted out of her dark hair, and her eyes had taken on a fearsome red glare.
Howling like a banshee, the shapeshifter struggled maniacally as she dragged him towards her bathroom, claws digging into his skin, and shoved him unceremoniously into a tub full of water. Desperately, he tried to transform into a bird and take to the air before the offending liquid touched his fur. To his horror nothing happened, and the shapeshifter hit the water with a gigantic splash.
“Demon!” someone unfamiliar yelled. “DEMON!” A dark shape roughly elbowed the demonic Larra aside, and strong hands pulled the still screaming shapeshifter out of the bathtub._
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“SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAA!! - huh?” Demon blinked, staring at Ta-vora’s confused face. Slowly he realized he was in the form of a bird, perfectly dry, and completely trapped in the Ka-nuth’s hands. “Ta-vora! Hide me! Larras-a-demon-and-she’s-after-me-and-she’s-gonna-givemeaBATH!” he yowled, suddenly stopping to draw a deep breath.
“Easy Demon,” Ta-vora said comfortingly. “You were trapped in that barrier over there. It must have given you delusions about your fears.”
Demon whimpered as he was set on the ground, unable to recall a moment when he had been more terrified. But he was quite a resilient creature, after all. As the feeling slowly ebbed away, he glanced briefly at the undulating barrier behind him, before shuddering again and turning away. He was in a small room with an assortment of useless looking stuff piled on shelves to his right and left. Beyond the door in front of him, in a vast chamber, many things glittered brightly.
And suddenly, he had an idea. I wonder if we can kill of these freaks, yet leave the station intact... He could remodel it with Gaile’s riches, and make a hideout out of it! Fear nearly forgotten, the shapeshifter giggled suddenly, ecstatic with his own brilliance, and grinned up at the Ka-nuth. “Thanks for saving me,” he said childishly.
“No problem. I found my matrix, and these.” Smirking, Ta-vora held up his Crescent Sword, Larra’s Blazor, and Page’s Blaster. Now he had his matrix, and weapons. “Our other stuff, of less value, will probably be in this room.” Demon nodded cheerfully, and the two quickly began searching the shelves.
Ta-vora quickly found his and Larra’s clothing. “Find anything?” he asked, turning around. His palm found his forehead almost immediately. Demon was wearing Page’s pants on his head, and had a cigar sticking out of his jaws. “Where did you get that thing?”
The shapeshifter grinned. “In the pants.” Ta-vora frowned, unwillingly considering the implications of that sentence. Demon scowled. “In the pocket, you sicko!”
The Ka-nuth only shook his head. “And I thought you didn’t smoke.”
“I don’t. I just like eating them.”
This time, Ta-vora caught his left hand with his right before he could hit himself. “I’m not going to ask. We’ve got our stuff, so let’s go. The door I came through opened back up about ten minutes after I went through.” This time, Demon banged himself on the head.
OOC: Dang, two long posts in four days...the bar is picking up! Keep it up, guys! Ha, that was lots of fun to write....
Edit: dazzling smile I just love font tags....
This post has been edited by Synesthesia : 01 September 2005 - 11:26 PM
things seem interesting so far. :laugh: